#kingdomwrought

[prodigysang]

✍︎ status ➜ closed / @kingdomwrought ✍︎ location ➜ vissai, mountaintops ✍︎ estimated time ➜ around 9:52, making sure that the sun is high up in the sky

seeking  malik  out  wasn't  that  hard,  honestly.  waiting  for  him?  that  was  a  whole  other  story.  the  second-born  prince  found  himself  pacing  back  and  forth  until  the  escort  was  able  to  bring  the  other  back  to  him.  he  would  rub  his  hands  together,  fidget  with  his  own  bracelet  that  he  had  on,  and  naturally  just  look  around  while  he  waited.

pyraxis  definitely  felt  his  nerves  too,  as  she  made  sure  to  stay  close  to  him  when  he  needed.  he  was  leaning  against  her  in  that  moment,  just  focused  on  controlling  his  breathing. 

the  man  was  wearing  his  royal  garments  and  could  not  look  more  like  a  dragon.  the  base  of  his  outfit  was  black,  but  most  of  the  it  was  red.  some  of  it  even  looked  like  hardened  scales  had  formed  on  his  body.  then,  the  accents  were  all  gold,  down  to  the  hem  and  linings. 

when  he  finally  heard  people  approaching,  he  pushed  himself  off  and  went  over  to  greet  them.  fabianus  bowed  once  more  and  dismissed  the  escort.  “i  thought  you'd  never  show  up.”  he  reached  out  for  malik's  hand,  placing  another  kiss  to  it.   

“ready  to  go  for  a  ride?” 

[liathracouncil]

𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖐 𝖋𝖞𝖓𝖜𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑; 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖘 @kingdomwrought

[fatethroned]

EXT. THE STREETS OF VARLINNIS. DUSK.

“     fancy  seeing  you  here,  your  highness,     ”                samras  asked  in  a  whisper,  a  soft  chuckle  escaping  him  as  he  joined  the  other  man  browsing  through  the  many  stalls  and  shops  that  lined  the  makeshift  market.  even  though  this  market—and  this  kingdom,  really—was  so  different  from  the  sands  he  had  grown  up  in,  it  was  the  only  place  in  varlinnis  that  kept  him  calm  and  grounded.

perhaps  it  had  something  to  do  with  the  fact  that  he  was  far  from  the  palace  walls.  or  that  here,  he  didn’t  need  to  be  a  prince  of  a  country  to  exist—that  he  could  walk  among  the  crowds  in  common  clothes  and  pretend  he  was  part  of  the  chaos.  just  a  brief  respite  before  responsibility  claimed  him  once  more.

and  he  wondered,  too,  if  this  was  the  reason  the  other  prince  was  here  as  well.      “     i  didn’t  expect  to  see  you  here,  of  all  people.  shouldn’t  you  be  at  the  palace,  preparing  for  the  oath?     ”

ft. @kingdomwrought

[prodigysang]

✍︎ status ➜ closed / @kingdomwrought ✍︎ location ➜ varlinnis, the conclave of crowns ✍︎ estimated time ➜ last day, after the goodbye celebrations

below  the  surface,  fabianus  wanted  so  badly  to  rebel.  he  wanted  to  say  to  hell  with  king  alaric  and  the  crown  prince  darius.  yet,  he  knew  that  if  one  day  he  wanted  to  be  on  the  throne,  he  had  to  act  correctly  in  gatherings  much  like  this  one.  so  he  dotted  along,  in  his  own  version.

he  wouldn't  show  up  to  any  event  late,  but  sometimes  he  would  be  cutting  it  short.  he  would  look  up  at  the  skies,  getting  lost  a  little  bit,  while  trailing  pyraxis  with  his  eyes.  he  would  speak  only  to  those  that  he  knew  would  be  strong  allies  for  him  one  day,  ignoring  those  that  he  didn't  care  for.

so  when  it  came  time  to  end,  it  was  much  to  his  surprise  that  he  felt  inclined  to  approach  the  second  born  of  all  people.  the  man  had  his  eyes  on  him  during  the  whole  trip.  it  was  hard  not  to.

“prince  malik,”  he  bowed  his  head  respectfully  and  then  straightened  out  his  back.  there  was  a  soft,  albeit  force,  smile  that  was  covering  his  face.  “i  wanted  to  thank  you  for  the  hospitality  during  this  trip  and  for  opening  your  doors  to  us.” 

there  was  a  glimmer  in  his  eyes,  like  he  was  turning  on  the  charm.  “it  was  one  for  the  books.  i  do  hope  to  see  you  again  soon.” 

[ofswordandcrowns]

@kingdomwrought

The festivities were well under way, many of those of highborn and lowborn birth in their cups, but the prince of Chasque had yet to make his rounds among the various dignitaries to the very kingdom that was hosting the conclave. Having already seen the High Priest of Varlinnis, he knew that his next step would be a member of the royal family - and, of course, there was one that he had gotten to know quite well over the past year or two.

It had started as an attempt between their parents to broker a political arrangement, and while he enjoyed the company with Prince Malik, he wasn't sure if the man was someone that he would want to marry. Regardless, he knew it was important to at least approach the prince and compliment him on the festivities, as well as the health of his family, so with a couple of chalices of wine, he headed in his direction.

"Prince Malik," Rhun started, a soft smile upon his lips as he offered the beverage to the Varlinnis prince. "It is good to see that you are in good health, though I hope you are enjoying yourself as much as I am... Varlinnis has always been such a gracious host to me and my company."